RecipeMuncher

Dudley and I were at the dog park one day during the big snows (I’m not sure which one, they all sort of blur together) and we started chatting with a gentleman who was out for a stroll. He had on a fabulously warm (at least it looked very warm) fur trooper hat. We talked about the weather and his hat, and then, as most conversations in D.C. go, we talked about where we were from. I told him I was from Texas, and he looked at me and said “it’s like a different country down th (...)